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(Chorus)
Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Me and my ni**as, we grow up a lot
We so up, you not
D’usse, D’usse, when I get home, I’ma throw up these shots
When I get home, so drunk I knock
So drunk I knocked in the door, was unlocked
Went in the kitchen and grab me a pop
Got my codeine and I poured up a lot
I pour up a lot
(Verse 1)
I pour up a lot
I got more than a dot, my soda gonna pop
Strong as boulders and rocks
My shoulders wouldn’t drop, I know I’m so high
I could have swore I saw Pac
Could have swore I saw Spock
My motor don’t stop
I stay on my feet, no hole in my socks, you know I’m on deck
When there’s snow, I’m on top
I’m stored up on stock, I’m way up
But I’m sure you’re not shocked cause you know how I rock
And you know that it’s cocked
The .44 with the dot
I’m a pro with the Glock, don’t you go to the cops
Or your throat gon get chopped
Then your folks gon get got then your ho gon get shot
Kiss that ho if she hot
Hitting notes on my cock like Do Re Mi Fa
And all you looking ass ni**as
Look at me now, I’m sure you gon watch
You boring, I’m not
I’m scoring a lot, ignoring the thots
I’m pouring a lot, taste like euphoria, uh
Russian AK, do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot
I sell off the block, make you go off the block
I’m getting twisted with 2 bad bi**hes in my bedroom, leave them hoes in a knot
Stomach in knots
Thought I need some drank
I’m stuck in my bed and the dopeman said
All he got is red, If I don’t do red, Lord I don’t do red
I don’t do yellow, no I don’t do that
I don’t do qualities, I don’t do
I need that Act
I don’t do yellow, cause it make me scratch
As soon as I seen ni**as sipping green
I was like where they do that
Bring that shit back let me bring this s**t back
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I run in your building and hold up spot
Give me what you got, the keys and the gwuap
Make everyone get on their knees and then count
My bi**h talking bout, kicking me out
Cause every time she want the soda, we out
Bi**h I don’t want no liquor, I just want some mouth
I just want a sip, I don’t wanna drown
I just want the lean, I don’t wanna bounce
I just wanna chill, I don’t wanna crowd
I just want my check, I don’t want a trial
I just want some neck, I don’t want no vowels
She just wanna love I just want lounge
I just smoke loud, she just drink brown
I just drink purple, she just smoke hookah
Chris cigarettes, cause I’m bout the future
I pour up a lot
Pass present future
Syrup and sprite, turn that shit Future
Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah
We got that white, girl working like Hooters
I tell em you cool, but still they don’t listen
I cut on the news, and they say you missing
And I can’t stop grinning like ni**a we did it
And they show police fishing
And searching under bridges when they say no witness
I start hopping around, like Jiminy Cricket
And I can’t stop sipping
And she can’t stop stripping
Cause she got an infant and her man in prison
Lord she can’t stop venting
I can’t stop drifting, she worry a lot
And I pour me a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Don’t know how to stop, I don’t know how to stop so
I pour up a lot, pour up a lot
I pour up so much, I don’t know it’s a lot
I pour more than a lot, I go over the top
(Outro)
Oohh boy
Yeah, again and again, etcetera
I pour, I pour up in
Drink, soda, Sprite, Seven-Up
F**k it
And we go again
Medicine, medicine, yeah
I need that, I need ice girl
I don’t need no discount, I leave you a tip
They said that Actavis dead, that’s bulls**t
Well if so then I must be the exorcist
I don’t know what you heard but you heard wrong
I got a swamp up in my Styrofoam
It can be room temperature or lukewarm
All I need is ice to make the perfect storm
I pour up a lot
Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Me and my ni**as, we grow up a lot
We so up, you not
D’usse, D’usse, when I get home, I’ma throw up these shots
When I get home, so drunk I knock
So drunk I knocked in the door, was unlocked
Went in the kitchen and grab me a pop
Got my codeine and I poured up a lot
I pour up a lot
(Verse 1)
I pour up a lot
I got more than a dot, my soda gonna pop
Strong as boulders and rocks
My shoulders wouldn’t drop, I know I’m so high
I could have swore I saw Pac
Could have swore I saw Spock
My motor don’t stop
I stay on my feet, no hole in my socks, you know I’m on deck
When there’s snow, I’m on top
I’m stored up on stock, I’m way up
But I’m sure you’re not shocked cause you know how I rock
And you know that it’s cocked
The .44 with the dot
I’m a pro with the Glock, don’t you go to the cops
Or your throat gon get chopped
Then your folks gon get got then your ho gon get shot
Kiss that ho if she hot
Hitting notes on my cock like Do Re Mi Fa
And all you looking ass ni**as
Look at me now, I’m sure you gon watch
You boring, I’m not
I’m scoring a lot, ignoring the thots
I’m pouring a lot, taste like euphoria, uh
Russian AK, do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot
I sell off the block, make you go off the block
I’m getting twisted with 2 bad bi**hes in my bedroom, leave them hoes in a knot
Stomach in knots
Thought I need some drank
I’m stuck in my bed and the dopeman said
All he got is red, If I don’t do red, Lord I don’t do red
I don’t do yellow, no I don’t do that
I don’t do qualities, I don’t do
I need that Act
I don’t do yellow, cause it make me scratch
As soon as I seen ni**as sipping green
I was like where they do that
Bring that shit back let me bring this s**t back
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I run in your building and hold up spot
Give me what you got, the keys and the gwuap
Make everyone get on their knees and then count
My bi**h talking bout, kicking me out
Cause every time she want the soda, we out
Bi**h I don’t want no liquor, I just want some mouth
I just want a sip, I don’t wanna drown
I just want the lean, I don’t wanna bounce
I just wanna chill, I don’t wanna crowd
I just want my check, I don’t want a trial
I just want some neck, I don’t want no vowels
She just wanna love I just want lounge
I just smoke loud, she just drink brown
I just drink purple, she just smoke hookah
Chris cigarettes, cause I’m bout the future
I pour up a lot
Pass present future
Syrup and sprite, turn that shit Future
Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah
We got that white, girl working like Hooters
I tell em you cool, but still they don’t listen
I cut on the news, and they say you missing
And I can’t stop grinning like ni**a we did it
And they show police fishing
And searching under bridges when they say no witness
I start hopping around, like Jiminy Cricket
And I can’t stop sipping
And she can’t stop stripping
Cause she got an infant and her man in prison
Lord she can’t stop venting
I can’t stop drifting, she worry a lot
And I pour me a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Don’t know how to stop, I don’t know how to stop so
I pour up a lot, pour up a lot
I pour up so much, I don’t know it’s a lot
I pour more than a lot, I go over the top
(Outro)
Oohh boy
Yeah, again and again, etcetera
I pour, I pour up in
Drink, soda, Sprite, Seven-Up
F**k it
And we go again
Medicine, medicine, yeah
I need that, I need ice girl
I don’t need no discount, I leave you a tip
They said that Actavis dead, that’s bulls**t
Well if so then I must be the exorcist
I don’t know what you heard but you heard wrong
I got a swamp up in my Styrofoam
It can be room temperature or lukewarm
All I need is ice to make the perfect storm
I pour up a lot
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